"Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?" Jehan hiccuped, stumbling his way through the final lines of one of his favorite poems. Joly applauded vigorously, jumping up on unsteady legs and embracing his friend, causing both of them to fall to the ground in a muddled heap.
How did these two eccentric yet still quite intelligent students end up such a mess? Well, it all started when Feuilly left a mysterious box in the Musain. Within the box were several jars of eggnog along with a note stating that the eggnog was not to be messed with, as he had added far too much alcohol. Rather than waste it, he figured they could sneak it to the National Guard or something. Having seen the note, there was only one thing for Joly and Jehan to do: drink all the eggnog. And so they had spent the past hour or so far past the point of inebriation.
"Say, Jolllly," Jehan spoke slowly, lethargically, "do you know any poems? Any pretty ones?"
"Noooo," Joly responded. "But I know… magnets! Yes, I know magnets."
"Could you introduce me?" Jehan asked, utterly confused. Magnets seemed like a strange name for a poem. Maybe Joly was talking about a writer? Or perhaps a flower? 'Yes, flowers are quite nice,' Jehan thought sleepily as he gradually faded into unconsciousness.
Courfeyrac and Bossuet walked into the Musain, only to find Jehan and Joly fast asleep in the center of the room. Surrounding them were the bottles of eggnog, all empty, as well as the note. After reading it, it was quite clear to the duo what had transpired.
"Well, it looks like Jehan and Joly have grown quite mischievous," Courfeyrac noted with a lighthearted grin on his face. "Bossuet, you handle your hypochondriac. I've got Jehan." With that said, Courfeyrac lifted the young poet off the ground with ease, leaving the cafe and carrying him back to his apartment.
"Oh, Jolllly, what am I going to do with you?" Bossuet asked no one in particular as he moved to pick up his sleeping friend. Joly, however, chose that moment to shift his arms, one of his elbows jabbing Bossuet right in the face. "Oww! Oh, I really should be used to these things by now," he muttered as he finally succeeded in scooping Joly up in his arms. Somehow they made it back home with only a few accidents along the way.
The next morning, however, was not nearly so pleasant for our other pair…
"COURFEYRAC, WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING IN YOUR BED?!" Jehan cried out in shock as Courfeyrac rushed out of the room, laughing heartily and runnign for his life.